Green Sky – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

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The Broad Crown of the forest giant stretched into the sky,

Mingling with Sunlight, Cerulean and diffuse Emerald shadow,

Inviting, Enchanting, Calling….

 

~Morgan~
(Taken at Longwood Garden’s, Pennsylvania)

Whispers In Verse – #Shakespeare meets #Mystical #Mantra

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Reviewed By Erin Nicole Cochran for Readers’ Favorite

Whispers In Verse by Cynthia A. Morgan is a collection of poetry that reads like a combination of poetic Shakespeare and a mysterious conjuration of a magician from the medieval era. The two blend into one unique writing style, which creates a sense of peace and serenity, as though a meditative mantra surrounds the person reading, except there are many words spoken instead of only a handful. One of my favorite poems is on page 101 and is called The Wondering Bystander. The last two lines, in particular, flood me with life, time, and memories tangled together: “Merging Past and Present to Kiss the forehead of The Wondering Bystander.”

Cynthia A. Morgan’s Whispers In Verse was like no other poetry book I have read. It pulls you into the story and out of the present entirely, drawing you into a place you haven’t seen or been before, another world of time where things slow down, and the rushing here and rushing there of life pauses. Whispers In Verse finds a way to tap into our circadian rhythm and creates a place we can be without reaching out to text, email, or field a call. Also accompanying the poems are tranquil and beautiful images of nature that help keep readers in peaceful respite from the rest of the busy world. The vibrant colors of nature and the sun bring a measure of warmth to readers as they flip the pages.

https://readersfavorite.com/book-review/whispers-in-verse

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~Morgan~

My Muse – #Love #Poetry

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My Muse

Persuasion by a simple smile,
You are all temptation and guile,
Entwining me in Your most intricate ruse,
Day and Night, You are My Muse.

Without a word You lead my heart,
Your Laughter makes the reverie start,
Then words pour forth, never ending,
Like Angels over my imagination bending.

You fill me with dreams; Yes, then desire,
Insatiable Longing, Equitable fire,
As words flood o’re, like a river cresting,
Rushing together, never resting.

Eyes of splendor, Adonis incarnate,
For You I will more willingly wait,
Then breathe my next, or wake with the day,
How can I ever, truly say,

How much You mean, How right You are,
Burning like an ethereal star.
Into my life, like a warm blush suffuse,
Forever and always, You are My Muse.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful photograph by: E Brusida Portrait at Deviantart

Beautiful Child -#Poetry

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Beautiful Child

I met the most beautiful child today.
We shared only a moment,
But she stole my heart away.

The sight of her was all entrancing,
Her crown of curls; her giggles
Her tip-toe dancing.

She reached for me without a shred of hesitation.
The sparkling jewelry I wore
An irresistible invitation.

She smiled sweeter than a cherub above,
Her blue eyes sparkled,
and she cooed like a dove.

Time will turn and I’ll grow old,
Yet she will always be
This Beautiful child in my Memory.

 

 

~Morgan~

End of the Game – #DarkPoetry

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Losing Chess

Shackle me in this Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, almost breaking.
Lavishing in the dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium
No matter the cost.

Poison from the depths of my Soul,
Frenzy and Ecstasy the only goal.
Lush Timelessness into which I am sinking,
Bowing before idols
Never thinking.

Gasping on the Periphery,
Reaching for Contagion I cannot see
Yet You are there, Calling my name
Ever Waiting,
For the End of the Game.

 

 

~Morgan~

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#Abundance – #poetry of #Spirituality

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Where there is an Abundance of words
There is an Abundance of Love.
And where there is an Abundance of Love
There exists Endless Possibility.

Where there is a Profusion of Joy
There is a Profusion of Love.
And where there is Profusion of Love
Impossible becomes Reality.

Where there is a Single Grain of Faith
There Abides Excesses of Love.
And where exists Excesses of Love
Union fashions Tranquility.

~Morgan~

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CrowTower – A Mesmerizing #DarkFantasy of #Myth and #Reality

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SYNOPSIS

The priests of Vatu are locked in an endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Their constant reincarnations are defined by service to the dark spirit, hatred for each other, and ruling the world of eternal night in which they live, broken only by a single day each year when Vatu releases the Sun. They have suffered and enjoyed this existence for millennia, for an eternity… until now.

In the Tower of the Sun at the centre of the world, the reborn Utas returns to fulfill his destiny to become High Priest. He has scarcely completed his education, however, when a shocking secret of his resurrection emerges. Now questioning everything he knows, he takes a path never before followed in his long existence. Yet darkness and pain still shadow everything he does, and all his attempts at freedom seem only to lead back to Vatu.

Can Utas ever escape hatred and death, or will darkness forever rule his heart as it does the shadowed land?

 

My 5-Star Review

Darkness seeks like a questing marauder through the pages of this complex second installment of this unique trilogy. The story and its unforgettable characters is filled with lust, hatred and memory. Memory of past lives and new beginnings. Memory that drives our main character, Utas, to change everything he’s done before in his many past lives in order to escape.

Escape the Darkness. The Dark Lord, Vatu, but escape may or may not be possible. As Utas transforms himself, the realm into which he has been reborn is also transformed; yet some things are as immutable as the Darkness itself. The priests of Vatu, for example, are beyond change. They exist to consume darkness and dispel whatever flickers of light Utas attempts to ignite. They take twisted pleasure in betrayal and domination…and in this way they were a stark parallel of our own darkness.

This complex series comes to life through elaborate characterizations and timeless themes. It whisks readers away into the unfamiliar, then surrounds them with masterfully woven tangles of well-known concepts and mythological reinventions. Like it’s predecessor, CrowMan, the story is carried by dialog, but there are still times when I had to pause in wonder (and sometimes in revulsion!) Lush whispers of ethereal landscapes tease the reader into tranquility while hint of the grotesque taint the placid waters. Meals of warm milk and blood, for example, which our main character seems to relish, sent shivers down my spine!

Labyrinthine, magical, and engrossing, Dave Rae has once again filled each page with mesmerizing imagery, elegant beauty and chilling corruptions. If you long to lose yourself in a truly spell-binding read, look no further. The Sun Thief trilogy delivers!

Author David Rae lives in the West of Scotland. He lives in a world of his own; a world of wonder, a world where hoards of workers spill out of factories, a world were fog and smoke shroud all kinds of creatures, a world where ruined castles, factories and houses were haunted by ghosts, gangs and memories. He lives in world where witches have been burned at the cross and martyrs have been hung on the Gallowgreen. He writes poetry and short stories and reads every trashy novel, every children’s book and every comic that comes his way.

I hope you’re intrigued and will take a moment to look David up:

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~Morgan~

Musings (About a Muse) – #Thoughts on #Inspiration and Nothing at all

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So yes, here I am, 1:45 in the morning, wide awake, bursting with words, poems rhyming, chapters swimming, thoughts reeling, images filling my mind’s eye, so I really don’t have any alternatives other than to (theoretically) grab paper and pencil, Ie. My laptop, and create as much as I am able. To paraphrase the Master ( yep, Shakespeare again….don’t roll your eyes, its relevant, I swear!)
When Inspiration comes it comes not single spies, but in battalions! Yes, it certainly does.

There, then, that wasn’t so bad… was it?

I recently told a friend that I have far more uses for the wee hours of the night than I could even conceive of having for the early hours of the morning. I’m a “Night Person”, have been since the day I was born…or rather, the night I was born. 10:45pm to be exact. A perfect time of night! Deliciously dark, bathed in moonlight, yet early enough to still find or create some form of mischief, and not so late (or perhaps I should say early) that the morning is already tinting the horizon with lavender and gray and your head goes nodding…..

She walks in beauty, like the night. No you’re not sleeping or dreaming….but to regain my thread, I am what the Greeks used to call a Moon Goddess, (although I cannot recall ever having been worshipped before), and I am much happier in darkness than in daylight. (When I say darkness, of course, I mean nighttime…)

So my point? Nope, don’t really have one, actually. I warned you about this early on…Indeed I believe it was my very first post. I sometimes just muse, ramble, prattle, and precious little can or does stop me when this happens. I could fabricate a purpose for all these words spilling out of me, but in all honesty, I don’t have one. Just couldn’t sleep. Too much of him in my thoughts, too many what about’s, what if’s, maybe I could’s. If you’re a writer, than I know you can relate, on some level. If you’re not a writer…than I offer my profoundest, most sincerest apologies for what must seem like out-and-out insanity.

As an act of contrition, (as I feel I at least owe you that much) I offer these few rhymed lines…something that just popped into my head. Hopefully, you will find it in your heart to forgive me.

Persuasion by a simple smile
You are all temptation and guile
Entwining me in your most intricate ruse
Day and Night, you are my Muse.

Sorry, that’s all I got…(I told you it just popped into my head!)…my brain is finally spiraling downward, longing for my pillow, and dreams….
(But I promise, I’ll finish it and post it later….)
Night Night! (Oh and Thanks for listening!)

~Morgan~

Falling Rain- #Poetry of #Spirituality and #Nature

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Here I stand in the rain falling down on my head,

A Shower of dilemmas, a tempest of dread.

Soaking and cold, imbued with the night,

But not alone in the dark, for You are my Light.

You, O Lord, are my sweetest Treasure,

You are the Love I always remember.

You speak in soft whispers like Fair, Honeyed rain,

Tenderly washing away all my pain.

You are the Thunderstorm deep in the night

That cleanses the Earth and makes Everything right.

You are the Author and Creator of Dreams,

Making the Impossible, Possible, in spite of What seems

Like just rain falling falling, down down on my head;

Not the inexorable dilemma, but the Solution instead.

~Morgan~
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Listening for Miracles – An Alternate Perspective

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Depeche Mode is one of my all time favourite bands…hands down, no contest, don’t have to think twice about it. Love Dave Gahan’s delicious baritone, love the synthetic, tribal quality of the music, love Martin Gore’s tremulous tenor, love his gift with words…. but this particular song has always made me sad. Not because of the obvious reasons though, not because the girl dies or because the poor mother is grief-stricken, (sorry, spoiler alert!) but because Martin, David, and perhaps more than a good share of the audience, doesn’t seem to hear the Miracle contained in the lyrics.

First, if you are unfamiliar with the song, Blasphemous Rumours, then you should take a moment to listen to it before continuing on…(just a suggestion, really)

Sad tale? Yes. God vindictive and unfair? Not likely. Why not? How I can possibly say not? Look at it from another angle:

Sad Girl is lost, alone, hurting, who knows why, we aren’t told. She thinks life is too hard and doesn’t want to go on trying, so she makes the ultimate final attempt, but she doesn’t succeed. (“Thank the Lord for small mercies”..to quote the song.) She fails at failing.  It takes time to recover, years, but she comes to the ultimate realization that LOVE is all around her; beautiful, joyful, ever-present, guiding, protecting…like a parent who cares unconditionally, or a best friend who never gives up on you, or like your most precious pet, who adores you unreservedly. She finally understand this LOVE and is Happy.

Suddenly, her time is up. No one can control our finiteness, life is brief. It seems like such a tragedy, especially since she only just found LOVE, but it’s not a tragedy, it’s a Miracle. Had she died without realizing how much LOVE is around her, inside her, watching over her, caring for her, she may never have been happy and she would have died, alone, bitter, lost forever in that pit of despair.(because I believe we go on afterward into what we value, create and share here on earth in this life….but that is another post altogether) …yet because she failed at failing, she succeeds.

She heard the Miracle.

So yes, very sad song, but not for the reasons you thought…

~Morgan~

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Exceptional music written and performed by Depeche Mode.

Your Inspiration – #Poems of #Spirituality

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Your Inspiration Pours over me
When darkness and shadows abide,
Then I hear Your voice, Sweet and Clear,
And my fear has no place to hide.

Your Inspiration Renews me
When my mind is empty and dry,
Then I see Your vision, True and Bright,
And I don’t need to ask why.

Your Inspiration Sings o’er me
When I need to be Restored,
Then my Faith finds new Strength
And I am Thankful I Endured.

~Morgan~

Whispers in Verse- #FREE for #Review

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My #NewRelease Whispers in Verse is #NowAvailable ❣😊  finally…officially.   I’d love to provide a free copy for a few words from you on Amazon or GoodReads.

Whispers in Verse is a collection of Subtle, Gentle Poems that Encompass the Beauty of a Quiet Hush; the Serenity of Lush Calm; and the Tranquility of Stillness that Transcends place and time.

It is a Journey into the Heart to Discover what Stirs the Spirit and a Vision of the Memories we have unintentionally forgotten.

Immerse yourself in Lyrical, Exquisite Poetry and Remember the Magic of Breath, Pulse, Earth and Sky!

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Thank you!!

 

Amethyst Worldlet – #PoetryPrompt #Inspiration

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Amethyst Worldlet –
(For my niece Laura who prompted me to write a poem about Pluto)

There is an Amethyst Worldlet,
in the Vast Reaches of Space.
Far Far from the Sun,
Yet always Seeking her Face.
Circling lazily, he wanders, Repeating,
Endlessly drifting, gliding, Retreating.

Alone in the Cosmos to Ceaselessly Roam,
Mysterious, Shadowy, Amethyst Home.
Unseen, Unrivaled, Unquested, Unplumbed,
Icy and Bitter, permanently Shunned.
Yet in the deep Shades of Indigo Imagination
Pluto awaits, Dreaming of Inhabitation.

Crystalline Domes that Bridge Frozen Seas,
Terra-formed Gardens, Cloning Bees.
Dew Drops that Glisten, Rain of Snow,
Flowers that Jingle Just for Show.
Living on Pluto, where Amethyst day is night,
Ethereal Dreamer, My Little Plutonite.

~Morgan~
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Whispers in Verse- #Poetry #NewRelease- #SignedCopies Available

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My #NewRelease Whispers in Verse is #NowAvailable ❣😊

I know…it took me FOREVER, but it’s finally here.  If you’re interested in a signed copy, I am offering them for $20.  Just let me know in comments and we can make arrangements for shipping.  Thanks ever so much!

Whispers in Verse is a collection of Subtle, Gentle Poems that Encompass the Beauty of a Quiet Hush; the Serenity of Lush Calm; and the Tranquility of Stillness that Transcends place and time.

It is a Journey into the Heart to Discover what Stirs the Spirit and a Vision of the Memories we have unintentionally forgotten.

Immerse yourself in Lyrical, Exquisite Poetry and Remember the Magic of Breath, Pulse, Earth and Sky!

http://mybook.to/wiv

#poetry#poetrycommunity  #poetrylovers

#GameofThrones meets #LesMiserables #FREE #DarkFantasy

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Archangel Tzadkiel, stripped of his powers, comes to earth in search of one human. She will complete him in a way he never could have imagined.

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June 25-29 

In the year 2446, the world exists as a mere shell of what it used to be. The Great Cataclysm tore the human race apart as the Horsemen of the Apocalypse rode. War, Pestilence, Famine… Only Death has yet to ride.

Archangel Tzadkiel, Angel of Mercy, takes the task upon himself to find one human on the planet who still understands mercy. Humans are a treacherous species and as his journey nears its end, he fears he may never find that person. When he is captured by soldiers of the ruling tyrannical faction, The Eminent Protectorate, hope wanes even further.

A mere scullery maid, Lourdes, hears screams from her room every night. They break her heart and haunt her nightmares, and though she doesn’t know who they come from, she longs to find him and help him.

When she does, Lourdes discovers she’s opened a door she might regret and entered a world darker than she ever imagined.

***Caution- This book contains brief scenes of violence and rape. Though not explicit, these may be triggers for some readers.***

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~Morgan~